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No. 1. -ROBERT LEE HARRIS AND KING TOPPA. 
A king of a part of the Crow tribe ou the Kroo Coast. 


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By ROBERT LEE HARRIS, 


(Cow-Boy Phkaciikr), 


Who has>made Three Trips to the Dark Continent. 

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My Trip to Africa. 



BY ROBERT LEE HARRIS 

(Cow-Boy Preacher), 



WHO HAS MADE THREE TRIPS TO THE 
DARK CONTINENT. 

l>^ ( OCT 3OI890 // 



NASHVILIvE, TENN. : 
CuMBffliLAND Presbyterian Publishing HonsK 

1890. 



Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1890, 

By EGBERT LEE HAERIS, 
In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, 



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My Trip to Africa. 



Africa is an interesting countr}^ — a world in itself. 
The commercial man is hurrying there. The mis- 
sionary is no less anxious to catch the first sight of 
her sandy shores, while those w^ho can not feast 
their eyes upon the interesting sights are eagerly de- 
vouring all the books, papers, and letters from w^hich 
they can gather any information of this absorbing 
countr}^ This Dark Continent is about five thousand 
miles long, by about four thousand five hundred miles 
wide, having from fifteen to twenty thousand miles 
of shore, and three hundred millions of inhabitants. 

This ''world,'' for thought and investigation, seems 
to have just fairly rolled in sight, after having been 
revolving around some unknown center for ages past. 
But little was known of Africa until the last few cent- 
uries. She has been enveloped in mystery. But 
now^ the seals are breaking, and we hope to know 
more of her contents in the near future. Livingstone 
and Stanley have done much to break these seals of 
darkness, and, we believe, William Tajdor, the world's 
missionary, will read her contents to the Christian 
and civilized world. We do not know why this great 
country should have gone so long unnoticed, unless 
it is that she has been obscured from the world's vis- 
ion by the smoke of God's wrath, for her cruelty, in 
her representative head — Egypt, to his people Is- 
rael. But now the light is breaking, and the dark- 



4 My Trip to Africa. 

ness is put to shame, and we hope soon to see the 
sons and daughters of Africa coming up from their 
graves of superstition to bask in the refulgent sun- 
light of a Christian civilization. To help on this great 
day, in a small measure, I started for the west coast 
of Africa in 1885, to select a mission field for operat- 
ing self-supporting missions, after which I returned 
to America, and raised the amount of money needed 
to pay the expenses of sending a small band of mis- 
sionaries to this newly selected field. This I did by 
lecturing on my travels in Africa, sometimes charg- 
ing an admittance fee at the door, and at other times 
giving a free lecture and taking a public collection. 
God gave me great success in raising this money. I 
will insert a few notices, given of these missionary 
meetings, to give the reader an idea of them. The 
first that we insert was written by Miss Kate H. 
Booth, of our Buffalo (N. Y.) meeting, for a newspa- 
per in St. Louis, Mo. : 

*' We can not always see the whys and where- 
fores of God's providential leadings, but with the poet 
we can exclaim, 

'Above the rest this note shall swell, 
My Jesus doeth all things well.' 

"We read the willing and obedient shall eat the 
good of the land; so I was permitted to attend a mis- 
sionary meeting in Black Rock church, Buffalo, N. 
Y., September 24, conducted by Brother Harris. It 
was good to be there. The presence of the Lord was 
manifest, and for three hours the congregation was 
held spellbound. 

" Some of our people have entertained false ideas 
in regard to Brother Harris and his work. His visit 



My Trip to Africa. 5 

to Buffalo tended to eradicate these views from the 
people's minds. As he related his experience, mov- 
ing step b}^ step in the order of the Lord until the 
call came on him to preach the gospel to the heathen 
in Africa, our hearts responded, Amen, He has been 




No. 2.-BLSHOP WiL TAYLOR AND HIS LIBERIAN CONFERENCE 
AT MONROVIA. 



to Africa, explored the countr>% seen souls saved in 
his short stay, and is now come to America for re- 
cruits, and intends to sail the 30th of next month. 
Eight have responded to his call — men and women 
full of faith and the Holy Ghost — and they are going 
forth, * not knowing the things that await them.' but 
none of these things move them. Brother Harris' 
time is limited, but he expects to visit as many places 



6 My Trip to Africa. 

as possible, in order to stir up the people in regard to 
the work. He 'is a man young in years but full of 
zeal and love for perishing humanity. His own 
words, ' I would rather go to Africa than to heaven,' 
show where his heart his. His mission will be self- 
supporting. All he asks now is the means to send 
his God-anointed laborers to the field of toil. O 
beloved, unlock the door of your heart ; ' Freely ye 
have received, freely give.' Other missionaries have 
returned from Africa, bringing discouraging reports 
of the land. They did not expect immediate results, 
and they did not have them. Brother Harris went 
looking for present victory, and the Lord gave him 
just what he believed for. The missionary service in 
Buffalo was a blessing to our souls, and, instead of the 
meeting being detrimental to the cause of God, it was 
a means of renewing our covenant and consecrating 
ourselves more fully to him who has died to redeem 
us. 

" Although our call is not to Africa, yet our hearts 
are moved for all the sons and daughters of Adam's 
race. The world will not be converted too quick. 
The Lord anoint others for the work and send them 
forth to the harvest field. 

* Spread it, spread the holy fire ; 

Tell it, tell what God has done ; 
Till the nations are conformed 

To the image of his son.' 

''Buffalo, N. V. Kate H. Booth." 

MEETING AT ROME, N. Y. 

"J wish to say to all interested that the Faith 
Missionary meeting, held on the evening of October 
4th, by Brother R. L. Harris, was a grand success. 



My Trip to Africa. 7 

The idea of self-support, upon foreign mission-fields, 
as presented by Brother Harris, meets with much 
favor among our people. After seeing Brother 
Harris, and listening to his deeply interesting address, 
and hearing his experience, and the history of his 
work in Texas, and the account of his call to Africa, 
with the success of his work there, we saw plainly 
that upon this work was the seal of the Holy Ghost. 
Fervent prayers from man}- hearts will go up to God 
for the success of his mission. The people responded 
with a good collection for the transit fund. We wish 
it had been five times as much. While Brother 
Harris and his noble band are about embarking for 
Africa in behalf of the perishing heathen, let us who 
remain redouble our endeavor to save the heathen at 
home. Amen. Yours, washed in the blood of the 
I/amb, 

'' Rome, N, V. F. J. Dunham, Pastor." 

MEETING AT UTICA, N. Y. 

**Public Opinion, — A fair audience met at the 
chapel on Chatham street, last Tuesday evening, Oc- 
tober 5th, in response to the announcement that there 
would be a missionary meeting, conducted by Brother 
Harris, the missionary to Africa. We are satisfied 
the attendance would have been larger could the 
people have known the pleasure and profit to be de- 
rived from the meeting. It was a rare treat, and 
while we listened we seemed to take fresh courage 
for the Master's work. Brother Sherman opened the 
meeting with some appropriate remarks in regard to 
the work. He stated that the last appointment re- 
ceived by Brother Harris from the conference was the 
mission field in Africa. Brother Harris followed with 



8 My Trip to Africa. 

an earnest, thrilling address, to which the audience 
listened with rapt attention and interest for about two 
hours. In our humble opinion Brother Harris is the 
right man in the right place. With a heart baptized 
for the work, an untiring zeal for the cause and, to all 
appearances, a power of adaptation to surrounding 
circumstances, we bid him God-speed and hope that 
our people will aid him as far as possible with their 
prayers and contributions. He works upon the plan 
of self-supporting missions, and only asks sufficient 
means to pay the passage of his eight missionaries 
across the waters, and plant his missions. God has 
saved multitudes of souls through his labors in the 
past, and w^onderfully '' supplied his needs." Shall 
we not lend a helping hand when there are self-deny- 
ing, consecrated souls who. are willing to sacrifice life, 
friends, and home for the salvation of poor benighted 
heathen ? The Lord has called them to endure the 
privation and toils of a missionary's life, while we are 
permitted to labor on more congenial soil, and enjoy- 
ing the blessings and privileges of an enlightened 
land. Shall we not aid them in every way possible, 
and show, by a ready response to their appeals for help, 
that our sympathies, our prayers, and our means are 
freely given to help them on in this grand and 
glorious work ? We sslj, God bless Africa ! God 
bless Brother Harris and his noble band ! 
" Utica, N, Y, M. C. OwEN." 



My Trip to Africa. 



The following verses were composed and dedicated 
to my noble mission band, by myself: 

We're soldiers of the King above, 

We are an army band, 
We'll belt the world with perfect love, 

We'll march through every land. 
We'll spread the news of Gospel Grace, 

Till all the world shall hear, 
And every nation shall embrace, 

Our King of Kings to fear. 

We march abreast, by two and two, 

We're preaching as we go ; 
We've bid our friends and home adieu, 

And earthly hopes below. 
We leave them all for Jesus' sake, 

In heathen lands to dwell, 
And tho' we're led unto the stake 

The host above we'll swell. 

We've summed it up, we take the cross, 

After our King to go : 
We're counting earthly pleasures dross, 

And full of deadly woe. 
We spurn them all for joys above, 

And take our stand with Him, 
. Who gave Himself in wondrous love. 

To save the world from sin. 

Dear comrades, O forget the past, 

Press onward for the prize. 
Until, through Christ, we reach at last 

Our home beyond the skies. 
There we'll our arms forever ground, 

To war with sin no more. 
With Christ, our King, forever crowned 

On Canaan's happy shore. 
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My Trip to Africa. 

O let us follow those gone up 

Thro' tribulations great, 
Who washed their robes, and drank the cup, 

And entered thro' the gate. 
We'll share the joys of Christ, our King, 

Who trod this way alone ; 
With all the ransomed host we'll sing, 

Around the great white throne. 

When ages there have rolled away 

Our joys have just begun, 
Still rising into brighter day 

Of one eternal sun. 
Our happy souls will there be lost 

In wonder, love, and praise. 
To know in full redemption's cost, 

And reign thro' endless days. 



R. L. Harris. 



The following pages are written for those who are 
supposed to know but little, or nothing, of Africa, or 
how to get there ; so I put it in the form of ques- 
tions and answers : 

First, How did you get to Africa? I 

sailed from New York direct to Liverpool. There I 
took another steamer for Freetown, Sierra Leone, 
west coast of Africa. We made several calls before 
reaching Freetown. Our first call was made at Grand 
Canary, an island about sixty miles long by thirty 
miles wide. Here the natives, who speak Spanish, 
came on board by hundreds, bringing fruits and birds 
— Canary birds — for sale. These people are all Cath- 
olics. If there is a Protestant missionary on this 
island I did not hear of it. This call is only about 
seven days' voyage from Liverpool, when we have 
good weather for sailing. We were about fourteen 



My Trip to Africa. 



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days making it once, owing to storms in the Bay of 
Biscay. We remained at this place about six or eight 
hours, after which we set sail for Goree, as our next 
stop. This is a small island about one mile in diam- 
eter and two miles from the main land. At this place 




NO. 3.— AN OLD COTTONWOOD TREE 

on the beach at Krootown, where we sometimes hold meetings ; also, where we 

go to see the steamers as they come in from our dear old home. 



I saw, for the first time, the native African in all his 
glory (f). They were nearly naked and as black as 
the ''ace of spades^ Opposite this island, on the 
main land, a railroad starts off into the interior, for 
about thirty miles. This is the only railroad in west 



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Africa. Oflf again for another port farther down the 
coast. We plow our way southward very near the 
main land, sometimes coming so near that the sandy 
shore is quite visible, until we reach the mouth, which 
is about twelve miles wide, of the river Gambia. 
Here we left the mother ocean, for a while, making 
our way up this river to a place called Bathurst, which 
is the capital of Senegambia colony. It has a popu- 
lation of about four thousand, including Christians, 
Mohammedans, and pagans. The Wesleyan Metho- 
dists, Baptists, Presbyterians, and Catholics have 
churches in this city. On going ashore, the first 
scene that greets the eye comprises a multitude of 
natives sitting along the river bank — beach — in little 
groups, playing some kind of games in the sand. As 
you pass up the main street you will see worse than half 
naked natives strolling in all directions in great com- 
panies. Some of these natives can speak a little Eng- 
lish — enough for begging pilrposes. The ''lonesome'' 
tone of many voices can be heard on every side, as 
you pass up this street, saying " Hod do, Dady? " for 
they call all white men "dady" in Africa; "gim me 
copper." 

It might be well for me to say something about the 
native dress, just here, as I got the first fair sample 
of it at this place. As to the cloth part of it, it is 
very scarce, but as to the jewelry part, it is extrav- 
agantly abundant. Many natives wear as many as 
five rings in each ear, one to three on each finger 
and toe, and bands on their legs and arms, with 
beads in great rolls about their loins and necks. But 
that is no jewelry at all (?). 'Their way of making 
cloth is very rude, but they will astonish you with 
the fine quality which they turn out. Their loom is 



My Trip to Africa. 



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a few little sticks setting up in the ground a few 
yards apart. On these sticks the}^ place their warp, 
and then run the filling through with their fingers. 
The^. weave the strips of cloth about six or eight inches 
wide, and then sew them together until the desired 




NO. 4.-A LITTLE BAMBOO CHURCH 

where I preached my first sermon on the Liberian coast. 

width is obtained. I saw a king's robe, which was 
made in this way, sell for about seventy dollars of our 
money, at Sierra Leone. The natives also make very 
fine mats of grass and the fibers of leaves. 

Well, from Bathurst we retreated down the river 
until we got into our old track once more, making 
our way then to Freetown. This is the capital of 



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Sierra lycone colony, and it is, by far, the most impor- 
tant port on the west coast until you reach the gold 
coast. Freetown boasts of thirty-five thousand inhab- 
itants and about thirty churches. These people, 
many of them, speak English — '^hashed English^ 
Its location is on the north side of the Sierra Leone 
river, surrounded on the land side by very high 
mountains, the effect of which is extreme heat at 
certain hours of the day. While the sea-breeze comes 
in the air is very cool, but the land-breeze greatly 
raises the temperature to an oppressive degree, fre- 
quently causing sickness and death. Here we have a 
few English people, traders, which "are a very rare 
article " if) on other parts of the coast. I remained 
at this place for seventeen days, preaching at night to 
a packed house, or, rather, to the packed people in the 
house, having some converts at each service. 

The cause of my stop at this place was due to the 
fact that the steamer on which I came here did not 
call at Monrovia, the city (?) to which I started when 
I left my native land. At last my steamer came. I 
boarded her for Monrovia, the capital of the republic 
of Liberia. But before reaching this place we made 
other calls, both along the coast and up rivers, of 
which I will not speak at this time. Suffice it to say 
that we finally reached our goal, on the " fur "-away 
shores of Liberia. Here I went to work for God and 
souls, God working with me to the salvation of many 
half-civilized souls. I will let another describe these 
meetings, the account of which was published in the 
Christian Standard and the Vanguard. It was as 
follows : 



My Trip to Africa. 



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ROBERT L. HARRIS. 

. "This vigorous young athlete (contender for vic- 
tory) sprang from the bottom. Rescued from a reck- 
less career and gloriously anointed, thoroughly 
toughened and trained in a series of powerful re- 
vivals on the frontier of Texas, he seems fully fitted 




NO. 5.— A VEY WOMAN. 



for eminent success in Africa. He is in the midst of 
an instant and apostolic revival work on those shores. 
A missionary writes : ' We had a marvelous meeting. 
The Baptists want him all the week, but he wants to 
improve the dry weather to locate his missions. He 
is an excellent general. He holds the meeting with- 
out the slightest friction or seeming authority, but he 



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holds it with such a grip there is nothing erratic, 
nothing boisterous, every thing on time. My children 
almost worship him, and the tall and kingly Tappa 
waits for him, much afraid he will be turned in some 
other direction, though I do not apprehend for a 
moment that he will. Brother Harris has great firm- 
ness and good judgment, but is affable, agreeable, 
and truly godly, a grand man for Africa.' 

" He seems to seize hold of the work at once in 
Africa. He is irrepressible and pays no attention to 
preliminaries." The same missionary reports as fol- 
lows, writing to the Christian Standard of Phila- 
delphia : 

" ' The event of the day here has been the arrival of 
Rev. Robert L^. Harris, an evangelist of Texas. 
Brother Harris landed Sunday, the 14th inst. We 
had read of him as a young man of fiery zeal, one 
who had wielded the sword of the spirit effectually, 
cutting into sin and popular vices unsparingly, but 
we were not prepared to see one so young and so full 
of joyous, buoyant life ; he began work immediately, 
preaching for me at Krootown, a few hours after 
landing, and at the M. E. Church in the evening. On 
Monday night, by request, he commenced a series of 
meetings in the Presbyterian church. The Holy 
Spirit was present with felt power in every service. 
The gospel way of salvation from sin was clearly and 
forcibly presented in every sermon. God helped him 
to puncture all shams, and teach entire consecration 
of all to God, crucifixion to the world, a plain, ear- 
nest, self-denying Christian life. At the end of the 
week the meeting was transferred to the M. E. 
church, a larger building ; even here every available 
space was occupied, the battle was waged with telling 



My Trip to Africa. 17 

effect. Forty were forward for pra3^ers on the second 
night, and at this writing the whole community seems 
deeply moved. Many of us felt like singing : 

" 'T is the old-time religion, 
And 'tis good enough for me," 

as we listened to the truths we do not often hear from 
the pulpit, such as worldly conformity, in dress, style 
of living, dealings, etc. The first man that was con- 




NO. f..— LITTLE TOMMIE— A KROO BOY. 

verted received pardon as the " mourners" were re- 
peating " I can, and I will, and I do believe that Jesus 
saves me now." They had proceeded as far as " I ^(C 
believe," when the man sprang in the air, and rushed 
out of the door ; returning immediately, he threw his 
handless arms (had both hands shot off a few years 
ago) around Brother Harris, giving him a most 
vigorous hug. The Redeemer's cause is advancing 



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all along the line in Africa. The kingdoms of this 
world are to become kingdoms of our lyord. Men 
and women are plunging fearlessly into this deadly- 
climate, intent only on following the orders of the 
great Captain of our salvation to "go." If you can 
spare a few more "Texas evangelists" or any other 



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NO. 7.— THE CATHOLIC CHURCH AT KROOTOWN. 

men and women with a consciousness of being saved 
themselves, and who will go right to work to save the 
perishing millions that throng this continent, let them 
come on; we need them, souls that are perishing need 
them.' " 



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Second. How do the natives live ? Well, 
they farm some and fish and hunt game some. The 
men '' C2ct the farm J' as they call it, and when the 
brush is sufficiently dr\' they set fire to it, burning it 
off. Now the man's part of the farming is done. His 
wives and slaves come along and do the planting, and 
when it is ready to gather, thej' do that, too. But as 
they do not plant the same farm two 3-ears in suc- 
cession, there is just about as much work on the 
preparation of the farm as there is in the planting and 
gathering. The natives have a kind of superstitious 
notion about planting the same farm two 3'ears in 
succession. 

They raise rice, potatoes, ''casidah " — it grows in 
the ground; some India corn, but it grows ver^' 
small. The waj' that they prepare this " casidah " 
for table (?) use is first by boiling it until well done ; 
then the}' put it into a " mortar " and pound it into a 
biscuit dough; after^'ard they place it in a large 
wooden bowl, pouring over it some kind of soup, 
either fish. dog. or monkey soup. The}' eat just any 
thing — so it is dead or alive. 

Their houses are made of sticks and mud, except 
those of the Kroo tribe, which are made of bamboo 
mats. Their beds are made of heaps of dirt. They 
make a frame of sticks, driven up in the ground, in 
one comer of the house, then fill in with dirt and 
pack down ; over this they spread a grass mat, putting 
a billet of wood for a pillow, and their place for sweet 
repose (?) is complete. I took great comfort upon 
this kind of bed while traveling in the interior. I 
mean, I took great comfort in turyiing over and over, 
trying to find a soft spot. I forgot to say that their 
houses are covered with leaves from trees, which 



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makes a water-proof roof for about three years. It 
makes a good hiding place for rats, snakes, etc., too. 

Third, What about marriage? They buy 
all their wives when the girls are quite small. Some 
are sold for wives by the time they are three months 
old, but they are allowed to remain with their mothers 



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NO. 8.— A GOLA WOMAN. 

The white spots on her arms are the country chalking spoken of in one place in 

this little book. She has a " Greegree " god tied on the top of her head. 

until about twelve years of age, at which time the 
purchaser takes them home with him for his wives. 
When their babies are born, they wash out their 
mouths with red pepper once a day until the child is 
about three months old. They also grease them all 



My Trip to Africa. 21 

over at the same time, and place them out in the sun 
to dry. This, thej^ say, makes them strong men 
and women. Xo doubt it does, if they live through 
such treatment. 

Fourth, What about their religion? Their 
only religion is what you might call the "fetich" 
system, which is only a confused mass of foolish no- 
tions about the virtues of different things. Some- 
times one of them imagines that a bunch of leaves 
rolled into a peculiar shape will prevent witches, or 
sickness, or give them a successful journe}' or battle, 
or cause their rice to grow better, etc. At other times 
the idea prevails that a chicken's feather will do all 
that is necessar>^ in these affairs, and nothing else will 
do as well. Some of them stuff a monkey's skin with 
sand and keep it for "good luck." Sometimes they 
heap up stones in the center of their villages, or set 
up poles and pile sticks and other things around them 
as gods, to protect them against oppo.sing tribes. The 
natives have what is called by some of them, their "ju- 
jus," by others their " greegrees," and by many their 
" medicine," all of w^hich have the same meaning. This 
" medicine " is made of different things, such as wood, 
stone, bone, leather, bush leaves, ivor>', beads, etc. 
These they wear tied on their arms, wrists, and es- 
pecially tied to their hair, and can not be persuaded 
to leave them off, as they have so much confidence in 
their virtue. See engraving Xo. 5, which is a picture 
of a native woman of the Vey tribe. Xotice the pe- 
culiar manner in which she has her hair combed. She 
has but one " greegree " fastened on her hair, while 
many others have ten or twelve. 

Even the children and babies are loaded with these 



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" greegrees," by their parents. In cut No. lo we have 
three little babies with these things on their arms and 
feet. I took this picture in Krootown, on the beach 
near Monrovia. 

They also have their sacred men — called "devil- 
men" by some. These men give the laws, which are 




NO. 9.— A BAMBOO HOUSE, 

with a god set up in front of it. Consisting of a pole, a keg, and a country 

king jar— something which natives carry the trade in. 

very binding on the people of the place, and nothing 
could persuade the subjects to break them. For they 
would expect their " devil-man "to " witch them to 
death r 

The women attach great importance to " country 
chalking " — painting their persons with whitish or 



My Trip to Africa. 



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blue mud. Some of them have it all over their faces, 
until it is difficult to tell, from their faces, whether 
they are human beings or not. Some are more mod- 
est about it, and only mark their faces with this blue 
mud. But this '' fetich " system is not strange, when 
we remember that in our Christian land the same 
system is practiced by the professed friends of Jesus 
Christ. I have walked in many Christian homes in 
this lovely country of ours, where a horse-shoe was 




Three little Kroo babies. 



NO. 10.— PICKANINNIES. 

See they are loaded down with greegrees around their 
anklea, wrists, and necks. 



"suspended over the door for ** good luck." Is not 
that the " fetich " system ? Some say, " If you drop 
the dish-cloth, some one is coming." A lady, a mem- 
ber of the church, said to me not long since : " If you 
let the baby look in the looking glass, it will die be- 
fore it is a year old." Another said : '* If you break a 
looking glass, some one of the family will die within 
a year." You have heard some one say, "That is 
bad luck," or "This is bad luck," etc.. etc., and it is 
all nothing but heathenism in civilized clothing. 



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Fifth, What do they use in the place of 
money? Trade of different kinds; rubber, ivory, 
calmwood, palm kernals, etc. These they exchange 
for tobacco, rum, cloth, guns, and ammunition. Now, 
my kind reader, my little space demands that I bid 
you good-by for the present, hoping and praying for 
Africa's redemption from the darkness of superstition. 

Sovereign of worlds ! display thy power ; 

Be this thy Zion's favored hour ; 

O bid the morning star arise, 

And point the heathen to the skies. 

Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, 
In western wilds and eastern plains ; 
Far let the gospel's sound be known ; 
Make thou the nations all thine own. 

Speak, and the world shall hear thy voice ; 
Speak, and the desert shall rejoice ; 
Dispel the gloom of heathen night ; 
Bid every nation hail the light. 

—Mrs. Vokb. 



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